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I now have one regular patron who sends a monthly contribution to keep this poet alive. Yes, per usual, I'm a poor poet...and for some reason I'm a poor poet in its many meanings...but someone like my patron loves my work. If you become a sustaining patron I can guarantee you'll see writing from me on a regular basis. I do edit my work...like mad. But I don't always hit it out of the park. At least my patrons have a chance to select from all my work...and they become the editors rather than the small-minded who often edit magazines and journals. Poet James Wright,one of his last books, held by two editors for the longest time that his wife Anne took to another publisher who snapped it up and it became a huge success. Now I don't have people like Robert Bly, Don Hall, or their equals I can send my poems to for a review before I put them on the internet or send to any publisher. I believe in opening up my "horde" for the world to critique or love. And it's expensive to send out my work, getting only rejection, so it's money I don't have for food, or the electric bill. Please send what you can via my email: rikwrybac@yahoo.com via Paypal. I thank those who support me one way or another.

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Sunday, June 21, 2015

Vladimir Putin: In Love with Songs

There are days when I miss the old
words

the old songs from my youth

when we showed the West what

Russia could do in space

with our huge land

with the strength of our resolve

Even now I often start my day

with singing the old Soviet
Anthem

and The Internationale

They're better than any old western
anthem

and that horror The Star Spangled
Banner

It's all about war and bombs bursting

and it can't be sung because of its
range

If only I could get the West to hear
the words

and hum the melodies I whistle on the
way

to meetings with my subordinates

and a few ordinary citizens

Arise
ye workers from your slumbers

Arise
ye prisoners of want For
reason in revolt now thunders And
at last ends the age of cant. Away
with all your superstitions Servile
masses arise, arise We’ll
change henceforth the old tradition And
spurn the dust to win the prize.

Refrain: So
comrades, come rally And
the last fight let us face The
Internationale unites the human race.

I remember all that leather and polish

as we knocked on the doors of the
fallen

those who failed to get the message

who turned against our Mother

The State! The State!

We cry for you Mother

so fun to see our enemies faces explode

on the floor and their knelt in their shame

United
forever in friendship and labor,

Our mighty republics will ever
endure. The Great Soviet Union will live through the ages. The
dream of a people their fortress secure.

Long live our Soviet motherland, Built by the people's mighty hand. Long live our people, united and free. Strong in our friendship tried by fire. Long may our crimson flag inspire, Shining in glory for all men to see.

Barry G.Wick

Barry G.Wick

Barry G. Wick's Biography

Barry G. Wick worked for many years in the broadcasting and advertising industry. A native of The Black Hills, he retired to Coralville, Iowa next to Iowa City in 2014. He writes poetry and some fiction. Most everything he's ever written is unpublished. This writer's poems are available to the whole world free of charge though your gifts are welcome.